Saturday, August 19, 2017

#FreeExcerpt From MOON DANCER by @KathryneKennedy

On the landless planet of Sea Forest, where all life is
supported within the giant trees that grow from the ocean’s floor…

The Madera farm lay within half a day’s boating through the
smaller channels flowing from the town of Seastar, where Tarov’s flotilla had
docked for their performance. Tarov had borrowed a small punt and poled it to
the farm herself, out of practice in the maneuvering of it, but with enough
stamina from dancing with her ‘ka that she managed to arrive without
mishap.

She peered through the foggy mist toward the upper branches
of the mammoth sea trees. Braq Madera should be up there, bone-hoe in hand,
cultivating the moss which provided most of the income for the small farm. She
struggled to contain her disappointment when she didn’t see him, then quickly
scanned the shallow tide pools flourishing within the roots of the trees. He
might be harvesting the animal and plant life living inside them.

Perhaps he had even found the magical zabbaroot, Tarov
mused. Braq had once told her he dreamed of finding one of the rare trees that
grew the root. He intended to be wealthy even if he had to smuggle it beneath
the noses of the royals, who claimed the root belonged under control of the
king.

Within the zabba lay the power to See, Hear and Shape…to
control the unpredictable elements of this landless world so humans could
survive. And more importantly to Tarov, the magical properties of the zabbaroot
gave her the ability to dance with the ‘ka, her leviathan bone
instruments. The royals eagerly funded the arts with zabba, and Tarov often
wondered who had been the first to create the ‘ka from the bones of the
sea monster. It took a great amount of the power to See into the bone of
razor-sharp edges and cut them to size, then carve out a hole within it. Once
the main airway was created, more holes on the outside of the tube created even
richer music, although more than thirteen holes dissipated the sound. It also
took an inhuman amount of Strength to spin the rope attached to the bone with
enough force to make the wind pass through, creating the haunting music for the
dance. But no amount of power could smooth the dense edges of the bone, which
made the wielding of them so dangerous.

Tarov couldn’t be sure which aspects of the moon dance the
royals prized the most.

With trembling fingers, she smoothed down her frizzy brown
hair, adjusting the headband that attempted to keep it in place. She yanked at
the strip of spider silk covering her small breasts, and then adjusted the
matching bottoms. Bereft of its veils, her dancing outfit looked plain; she’d
twined strings of striped marbela shells around her neck for decoration.

Yet she’d worn her costume on purpose, for moon dancers
never lacked for companionship. The homeliest of women who wore the rare purple
silks and sported the myriad scars of a dancer found themselves much sought
after. And Tarov needed all the confidence she could get to face her ex-lover.

She tied her flat-bottomed boat to the small landing before
climbing up the ladder to the top of the tree’s roots. Tarov took a deep breath
of courage and then strode along the trail of interlaced limbs that led to the
home’s front balcony.

Tarov fought a pang of envy, for Henel looked even more
beautiful than she remembered. “It hasn’t been that long,” she murmured.

“Yes, it has,” pouted Henel. “All these years, with not a
word from you, then suddenly you’re at my doorstep!”

Tarov shook her head in annoyance. “But you sent for me,
Henel. The message said it was an emergency.”

“Oh, well, I suppose I did. But it was so long ago; I didn’t
think you’d come. I heard you’ve been traveling, training as a dancer, and felt
sure you wouldn’t--couldn’t take the time. By the moons! Let me look at you.”

They stood apart, Tarov knowing what the other woman saw:
the frizzy hair, the muddy brown eyes flecked with green, the wide mouth, and
the even wider nose and forehead.

“You look...like Tarov,” she finally said with a dismissive
shrug, although her eyes narrowed speculatively at the moon dancer costume and
the tiny scars. She waved Tarov into her home of hollowed-out tree bark with a
proprietary tilt of her chin.

Tarov stopped at the threshold and abruptly realized this
would be harder than she’d thought. Some things time cannot dull. Her memories
of this humble farm, the days she’d spent behind that bedroom door--the feel of
Braq in her arms--rushed at her with astonishing clarity. This place had once
been her little bit of paradise. As long as Braq Madera had shared it with her.

Tarov tried to ignore the changes Henel made to the front
room. Drawings of Braq and Henel graced every wall, and one large work with
just Henel in a flowing gown hung over the mantel of the fire shell. New
furniture had replaced the old. The rickety table where Tarov and Braq had
eaten, laughing as the surface wobbled enough to spill their drinks, had been
replaced with a polished, sturdy one of carved rose-bark. Driftwood chairs with
fluffy cushions replaced the old, lumpy ones.

Henel had made sure to put her personal stamp upon the
entire room.

But Braq’s old leaf-carved chest still sat against the
varnished tree wall, a gift from his father when Braq left home to find his way
in the world. Tarov’s throat tightened when she remembered the day he’d finally
shown her the contents. It held drawings of his mother, father, and brothers. A
stack of lace and linens his mother had sewn. And at the bottom, a box with a
ring of polished amber Braq said would one day be hers, as soon as he made
enough money to support them…

Tarov looked down at Henel’s hand. The ring--her promised
ring--wrapped the girl’s left middle finger. Her heart felt like it held the
weight of a narwhal. Why had she ever come?

“Where is he?” she asked, not caring what Henel thought of
her bluntness.

2 comments:

Thank you! I had a lot of fun visiting Sea Forest once again, even though it's a short novelette. I'm working on a story in my frozen world of ice and shamans, and this one will be a bit longer! Thanks so much for taking the time to drop me a note. You're the best! Kathryne